When something in your gut speaks loud enough for you to take notice, you may need to stop and listen. Because in some instances, following that inner voice may save your life.
A Reddit question recently went viral: “What was your biggest ‘We need to leave... Now!’ moment?” Answers poured in with people’s firsthand accounts of what turned out to be close calls after deciding to bail at the last minute. Some missed mass shootings by a few moments, while others narrowly avoided an incoming hurricane.
Scroll through and have a bowl of popcorn with you because these stories are riveting. If you’ve had similar experiences, feel free to share them in the comments.
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Grocery shopping with my grandma, she’s tired (normal for her) but she’s getting a bit slower and dragging her leg more than usual. At the checkout counter I saw her face was a little droopy and I said we are leaving now and going to ER. They gave her a bottle of water for the car ride which she ended up choking on and vomiting up all the water. Called ahead to ER so they were ready and they took care of her ASAP, she was having a stroke and they were able to help her quick enough so that she didn’t have any long lasting issues.
Use the acronym FAST to recognize signs of a stroke: Face (one side of the face droops), Arms (cannot raise both to the same height), Speech (words are suddenly slurred or hard to understand), Time (call emergency services right away if any of these symptoms are present).
A couple of friends and I were outside a house party talking. I noticed out of the corner of my eye something dart behind some bushes towards the end of the block - maybe four houses down? It was dark out so it was hard to tell. We stood there a bit long and I swore I saw something again move to a tree a little closer. This wasn’t the best neighborhood (heck my whole hometown isn’t the safest) and I knew a couple people at the party were involved in some stuff so I don’t know if that entered my mind or what, but I got immediate goosebumps. I said “let’s go- NOW”. A couple of my friends looked at me weird, but later one told me they knew by the look on my face something was up. I apparently look possessed. I had my keys so we ran to my car and got in. I didn’t even let anyone get their seatbelts on - I just hit the gas. Based on the news stories less than probably 5 minutes later a group of people shot up the house we were at - the others standing outside were severely injured or killed. Turns out a couple guys at the party were thought to have killed someone’s family member and it was a revenge thing. This was over 20 years ago and I still get nervous if I’m standing around outside - especially if it’s dark.
I've wrote about this before..I was in a mall in Indonesia & 2 tourists seemed to be having problems communicating with the cashier at a bookstore, so I helped translate.
The wanted to buy me drinks to thank me. Told them it’s not necessary & I have to get back to my mom soon. They told me to meet them for dinner. Told them I have to have dinner at home. They told me to sneak out & meet them after dinner. At this point, a bookstore staff noticed something was wrong and went up to question them.
My sister & I dashed off while they were distracted.
Continued wandering around the mall & realised they were following us. To see if we were just paranoid, we ducked into a lingerie store since we figured 2 men won’t usually need to go lingerie shopping together. They followed us in.
Ran so quickly back to the jewellery store our mom was at. The store had intimidating security guards & I guess that stopped those guys.
I was 11, my sister was 10.
It’s rather pedantic to expect non-native English speakers to write perfectly in English. I’m not assuming this author isn’t a native English speaker, but to assume one is and to correct is a*****e behavior. It’s also really rich when it’s on a Lithuanian website such as Bored Panda.
Posted this before, but was very late to the party
I was on a date with a girl hiking a trail system that I knew like the back of my hand, something felt weird but I shook it. We went in around sunset, we were going to swim in one of the deep pools in the creek. Maybe 2 miles into the trail I get the feeling again, and she's talking her head off, but i was just listening to everything around me. I told her to stop talking, and she looked at me very concerned, i just put my finger to my lips and listened. I heard something familiar but i couldn't place it. We never stopped walking. We came to the Arroyo just before the creek pool, and I heard it again, by this time I knew. I told her we were going to walk to the clearing where the Arroyo was at and turn around. She told me she heard something weird. As we came to the clearing we stood there like statues, dead silent. Her nails cut my arm from gripping it so hard. Then around 15 feet from us, the biggest mountain lion I've ever seen crossed the clearing with 2 of its young. She looked at us, and as our eyes met... my soul left my body. And I felt her grip tighten around my arm even tighter. She stopped and so did her babies. I'm guessing she sized us up...and then just kept going. The babies kept turning around looking at us, but ultimately they just slowly crossed the top of the hill and that was that. We turned around and told everyone we saw on the way in that there was 3 mountain lions on the trail, they all turned around and left.
That was the first time I was ever scared out in nature. I didn't have a handgun on me, I had been there a hundred times. She told me the sound she heard was a deep purring, and that was what I kept hearing also, I just hadn't put it together.
I’m SO glad OP got out safe and warned other hikers, that could have ended badly! Quick tip for outdoorsy pandas that I was given during bear safety training (I work in environmental monitoring): bear spray works on any wildlife, including cougars, an is more effective than a gun, so make sure to have some on hand when on the trail!
Driving to Disney with hubs and 2 little kids (4&5). Stopped at a gas station in Tifton, Ga at about 10pm. Wander in a little bleary eyed with the 2 kids looking for the bathroom. Clerk looks at me funny and points. While I'm in there I hear "She's got 2 babies with her man. Just let them pee and go". I grab both kids and walk straight back to the car with only a small head nod to the clerk. Hubs was done pumping gas and about to go in himself. I yelled for everyone to get in the car, I would explain later. As soon as we pulled out I called 911. The operator told me they were already on route and to vacate the scene, took my info and wished us a fun trip. Walked into a gas station robbery with two little kids, peed and left with no issues. Bad gas wasn't that bad of a guy and let us go.
Was 15/16 at a house party with my good friend, another girl.
There were some gatecrashers who turned up ( which weren’t unusual at London house parties) but these guys were older, and there was just a vibe. A girl I vaguely knew, was very drunk and being surrounded by them and I asked her if she was ok and she told me to “F**k off, I’m fine.”
I looked at my friend and said to her “I’m gonna call my mum and dad to come get me do you want a lift?” (My parents were always amazing and said to me that if I was at a party or out and for ANY reason didn’t want to be where I was I could call them and they would come and get me)
My parents turned up, coats on over pyjamas and took us both home. Apparently half an hour after we left, someone was stabbed, the girl we had asked earlier was sexually assaulted and lots of stuff was stolen and people beaten up and held up at knifepoint.
I had such a feel in the air that I’ve hardly felt before or since and KNEW we needed to not be there.
When I was about 16, I went to visit my grandmother at her place. The smell of natural gas was intense, even though Nana didn't seem to notice it much.
She was groggy - sort of half-asleep - not her usual responsive self. So I made her get out of the house at once and opened the windows and doors.
I called Dad and he reported it to the gas company, who sent inspectors right away. They shut off the gas (valve in the street) immediately and sent a repair crew to fix a leaking joint in the gas supply pipe.
The inspector said that if I hadn't acted then and there, the probability was great that there would soon have been an explosion.
The sense of smell can greatly diminish with age and/or physical conditions (ex: Long Covid) so a bad smell may not be noticed!
So I was waiting at the train station to pick up a friend of mine. I was early so I decided to stand in the sun right outside of the station.
A guy with a bicycle walked up to me asking in broken English if I knew how late the train would arrive. After I answered the question he stayed around and starting talking to me.
Now I know that's not weird at all but the things he asked and the way he acted and looked just gave me a creepy vibe. Eventually he asked if I would walk with him while he dropped his bicycle of. I didn't want to because the place to store bicycles at this station is very secluded and to be honest I didn't want to be alone with this guy. So I noped out and walked into the station.
He started yelling at me. Calling me names but at that moment the train came in and it got very busy. So he left.
A few months later I read this article in the local paper about a girl being [attacked] at the station. They had put a drawing of a guy next to the article as he was not yet caught. It was the same guy.
To this day I'm very happy I didn't go with him.
At a party when I was about 19. I was on the top floor with my friend and he mentioned to me that he and the guy in the corner had been in a pretty nasty fight about a year ago.
That guy is giving us some eyes and staring us down. My friend said not to worry, but I did not like the vibe this guy was giving. I saw the guy talk to his friend and send him out of the room.
I told my buddy, nope we are leaving now. Much to his protest, as there was a girl he liked at this party. I practically ran down the stairs, grabbed our other friend by the hood of his sweatshirt and ran to the car.
As we are backing out of this long country driveway, I see the guy, his buddy and 4 or 5 more of them run out of the house with baseball bats and they chased us down the driveway.
So damn glad we got out of there when we did.
i was at a party one day as i was standing in the corner i noticed a dude i had a pretty nasty fight with about about a year ago. I asked my friend to go to my house to get something i a gift for the guy as i felt bad i had a number of autographed baseball bats from different MLB teams i thought they would make a great gift. As my friends got here with the bats i saw the dude and his friends leaving driving off we tried to run after them but they had gone i never knew why.
Was in Mexico City with family including two daughters. Grabbed a cab on the street around 10:00 pm to take us back to the hotel. I was somewhat familiar with the area since we had been there four or five days already. Cabbie totally passes the hotel district and starts heading away from the part of town we were in. Streets were getting more and more residential. I demanded that he pull over and we GTFO and walked back to the hotel, probably 3 or 4 miles.
He was probably just padding the fare, but I was not going to take a chance on being kidnapped so we flew.
When I was a paramedic I was in a basement taking care of a shooting victim. The fire department had not arrived yet the cop, having cleared the basement, was not with me at the time and my partner was in the ambulance getting some equipment I needed. As I was kneeling down working on my patient with 100% Focus I felt a hard steel object placed on the back of my head. It was a shotgun. The shooter apparently was still in the basement and I was alone with him. He told me he shot this guy for a reason and gave me an opportunity to leave. I left.
About a decade ago, I was driving my Miata with a friend to a track about 4 hours from home. We left after dinner the night before so we could wake up there and get an early start. About an hour from our destination, 11pm a crazy summer storm hit...heavy rain, high wind gusts, lots of debris. I told my buddy that early 90s windshield wipers couldn’t keep up, I couldn’t see s**t, and I just felt like I was white knuckling the steering wheel.
I decided to hit the exit, we’d get some late night food at a Waffle House and wait out the storm. We sat down and I had a TV in sight and I was casually watching. Almost immediately, a weather map came up and showed a tornado pass right over where we would’ve been a few minutes later had I not exited.
Sknyliv airshow catasrophe
I was 5ish at a time, so it's my dad's story more than mine. You can google the details, but long story short, my dad saw the plane jolt in the air, and he realized that something went wrong and started running and yelling at everyone else to run. I was sitting on his shoulders, so he just took off with me.
The plane crashed into the crowd killing 77 people, 35 or so children among them. Not us.
About two months ago I’d stayed up past my usual bed time and as soon as I got in bed I smelled something odd and was hearing some inconsistent banging and clattering from downstairs. I don’t live in a great neighborhood so none of this was unusual but I got out of bed to check anyway and saw flames licking up the side of the building. Yelled at my wife to get out of bed and threw on some clothes and we high-tailed it out. Our building has a shared wall with the next and that one had an apartment on the ground floor fully engulfed by the time we made it outside, ended up condemning the whole building. I was the first one to call 911. Have been jerking myself awake in the night pretty consistently since then.
We had a house fire when I was 12 and 40 years later, I still will jump up out of a dead sleep if I smell toast being made.
My friend and I, both females, met up our first time back home from college. It was a surprisingly nice day outside in the middle of winter so we decided to get lunch and eat outside. We found a park that had no one there and were sitting at a picnic table catching up when I see a scruffy looking guy in a large work van with no rear windows pull into the parking lot. I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to him at first but I noticed he was moving around the outside of the van for a bit and he kept looking our way. He finally walked down the sidewalk toward us and passed by our picnic table and walked around the backside of the restroom building to look down the hill on the other side of it. Very obviously casing out the place. He walked back to his van and me and my friend were discussing what we were going to do while I watched him open up the back of the van and start digging around it. He made a call on his cell phone and a few minutes later another male pulled up in a different car. He got out and started talking to the first guy, who not very discreetly pointed our direction. They immediately started walking toward us and my friend and I scooped what was left of lunch and fast walked out of the place while keeping an eye on them. One of the times in my life I could literally feel the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. It could have been nothing, but even now I feel pretty certain that they had something planned and I am glad we left.
Grand Forks, ND April 17th 1997.
I had spent the morning in the shadow of a 12' wall of sandbags that I was helping to build up to a River Level of 49'
Around 2pm I went back to my apartment to eat before heading into work, and I turned on the Radio to try and catch the flood forecast. They announced that the river was currently at 48' 6" and rising at a rate of half an inch per hour. For weeks the NWS kept repeating the crest would be 49 feet in early May. Now they had changed the forecast! They were now saying the crest would be 49' 6" in the first week of May.
I immediately began packing, and loaded up everything I would need for several weeks before going into work. I worked at a convenience store and I made sure to fill my gas tank before I began my shift. Before my shift was over the evacuation announcements had begun, and we were swamped with lines of cars fueling up to leave the city. 36 hours later on Saturday morning I was among the massive line of cars in the largest pre-Katrina flood evacuation in the U.S.. I didn't get back to my apartment for months.
The "We" in my "We need to leave now" moment was the entire city.
I work as an engineer in a data center cooling plant. We’re responsible for basically everything in the building- mechanical, electrical, hvac, plumbing.
So the engineer I’m relieving tells me there’s an odd sound coming from the Con Ed vaults- this is where these huge transformers are that step down from 26,000 volts or so to a voltage the building can actually use- we are not allowed in those vaults, they’re locked and only Con Ed has they key.
So he leaves, and I take a walk by the vaults- I had never actually heard electricity arcing through the air before, but I knew I was hearing it then.
I called Con Ed’s emergency line and told them to get out there ASAP- a crew of two guys show up, they seem calm and disinterested in the elevator on the way up- “it’s probably just a contact chattering” they said.
We get off the elevator and start heading down the hall- the sound was WAY louder now, we weren’t even near the vaults and there was no mistaking it. Both guys stopped dead in their tracks and kind of hunkered down. I saw the color drain from them.
Wasted no time getting back in that elevator. If you’ve never seen video of a large transformer explosion, go check YouTube. These transformers are not like the ones you see up on utility poles, they’re as big as a couple of trucks stacked on top of each other. Anyone on the floor when one of them cooked off would be gone, and we have 8 of them.
We were sitting on the sand at the beach, talking and having drinks. I looked up at the sky behind my friends and saw this huge, dark, ominous cloud mass moving towards us.
I got up and said “guys, we have to leave NOW. Huge thunderstorm coming right at us. We have about 5 minutes!”
We managed to reach the car but had to sit in it for a good hour while the wind and rain ravaged everything around us - trees were left bare, benches were upturned, trash cans were dragged for half a mile. The beach club tents were blown away and some people were seriously injured when stuff fell on them. It was all over the news that evening.
My friends still talk about how I “saved” them that day - most people didn’t move from where they were sitting, even though we tried to warn them.
what idiots if the other people did not move from where they were sitting even though the clouds were right there, and you warned them!
Whilst driving on the highway, I stumbled upon some pretty big rocks in the middle of the road (luckily I had my high-beams on), and I had to come to a full-stop in the middle of the highway. There wasn't an embankment anywhere near me and this wasn't a rocky area so I was initially puzzled as to where the rocks had come from... then I noticed a guy in my rear-view mirror coming out of the bushes... It was at this exact moment where I was like 'we need to leave, now!'. I threw my car into reverse and gunned it... nearly drove over the guy in the road behind me; did a j-turn and drove in the opposite direction on travel on the highway until I found an offramp. This was about 11pm at night on a segment of the highway which is notorious for hi-jackers. Turns out that the hi-jackers place massive rocks in the road at night and when you drive head-long into the rocks and get out of your car to inspect the damage, they then pop out of the bushes and rob you at gun-point, and drive off with your car if it is still driveable. Luckely I wasn't a victim that night. God only knows what they would have done to my gf. Good old S**thole Africa.
Something similar happened in India but not with boulders.. cars.. they corner you at night on highways and try to rob you. one chap reversed and broke the car doors while fleeing. of course, they wont complain
Woodstock 99. Felt the energy of the grossly over packed crowd, the building rage, and looked my friends and said we need to go. They stayed, I left. Shortly after fired and riots started and my friends lost everything they had with them. Tents, clothes, food, everything.
When you have 300k people shoulder to shoulder in 104degree humidity and charge $4 for a bottle if water and have half as many bathrooms as needed, you're gonna have a bad time.
I've told this story before but it's been awhile, and may just get buried, but here goes.
I was out in the country late at night taking some long exposure photographs of the Hale-Bopp comet as it approached the sun (which was marvelous by the way). I had driven out of town and just picked a dark, empty farmers field to setup. Nice and dark.
I'm out there for a couple hours when I get this massive feeling of "I need to leave now." I pack up my camera, tripod and lawn chair, throw it all in my car, get in and start the car. When the lights of the car come on I see the wolf that was sitting 20 feet from where I was positioned, just sitting there staring at me! I've never gotten bigger chills in my life.
Wolves generally do not attack humans. It's only if they're starving and desperate (or rabid) that they'd even consider attacking humans. I can understand that, to someone who is not familiar with wolves (or has never seen one IRL before), seeing one suddenly in the dark would be terrifying. Wolves are BIG. But you're definitely in more danger of getting attacked by your average dog than your average wolf. And I totally am NOT a shill for Big Wolf.
My father's story:
1999, 3 adult males entered our family store in July wearing heavy trench coats. They spread out through the store and my father caught a glimpse of a gun under their coats. He called the police and while waiting for a call back, my mother grabbed the children and ran out the back door. Once we got a call back, an employee answered the phone and asked who called the police. The men ran out of the store, went down 2 doors, robbed the laundry mat, and killed the clerk.
Hello Police? There's men with guns in our shop. Police "your call is important to us. We'll call you back" OK...
In China, on a school trip. Wandering around night-market stalls of fried bugs and bull testicles, in a group of 10 or so high-school age kids. A 50-60ish y.o. Chinese man engages us in conversation, claiming to be the curator of a local art gallery. Do we want to check out some paintings? Sure, we were bored and had lost our appetite pretty quickly anyhow. Well we get to the 'gallery' which was a semi-rundown 5x5m building. The Chinese man talks to us from the doorway, inviting us in to see the paintings which are downstairs. The building is in the middle of a large paved courtyard, right next to a popular tourist destination. It's safe, right? Peering through the doorway, no artwork or obvious function to the building is visible. An entrance lamp is broken with its glass scattered over the doorway, and inside shoddy steps lead to a dank unlit basement. One of us interrupts Chinese man's sweetalking (come down, see painting) to grill him on the broken glass. "Don't worry, many paintings. Beautiful" "No, tell me why there's broken glass". At this point we're all exchanging glances, when I get the urge to break our collective stupor by yelling "CHEEEESE ITTTT!" As a group we turn tail into a sprint, covering a hundred yards or so before we slow down to laugh and crack jokes about kidnapping and organ black markets. Glad it was the best memory from my trip and not the last one.
About three months ago there was a shootout at my office park. My next door neighbor was robbed and beaten, but his partner arrived during the robbery, waited for the robbers to exit, and then opened fire on their cars with an AK47 in the parking lot. (turns out my neighbors weren't Amazon resellers, they were d**g dealers).
While the robbery was going down I felt sick to my stomach and just knew I had to GTFO.
I left, and was about to walk by their place when I had a bad feeling and went back inside to pee. While I was peeing my heart was racing, and I didn't know why. I ended up dribbling all over my leg, I was practically hyperventilating. Then the shots rang out - two bursts. I hit the floor and hid in the bathroom. When I finally came out there were people all over the parking lot and the air stunk of gun smoke, but everyone was OK. I ran all the way home, two miles.
Watching the security tapes later, you see me walk in front of the shooter twice, as he sits in his car waiting to ambush the robbers. If I don't go back to pee I'm right in the middle of it all. I also could have left as soon as I got the feeling, and would have been clear. But since I didnt get out fast enough, going back to pee probably saved me.
I'm still shaken up, and I'm still having nightmares. Talking about it here helps.
Trust your gut!
Edit: here is an article about it with a video. At the bottom there's a video where you can see the shooting. I am not on this video, I am back inside at this time. I didn't know they caught the bastards until I just looked for the article so that is a nice thing. But I'm crying from watching it. I'm still really scared and it's been several months now.
Thank you all for the kind comments. It really means a lot to me. I feel ridiculous describing this as trauma when others have been through real trauma during wars, but it's very real to me and I hate it.
I should add, one positive outcome: my brother-in-law has been checking in on me regularly since the incident. He just sends me a text to see how I'm doing. It's really touching. I already liked him a whole lot but even more now.
I got home at 3am after a night with the boys. I notice an out of place workers van before turning into my main street but didn’t think much of it. I decided to walk my dog because we usually do it nightly off leash. As im walking down the cross street I see another random car in the middle of the street under a street light. No head lights on but car is on. I didn’t think much of it until I made a right to loop the block and go back home. As soon I turned I see that initial white van and I see that other car start to move and drive right behind me, still with no headlights on. And that was the moment I knew I needed to get out of there. I kinda blacked out and was in survival mode. I picked up my dog and ran as fast as I could down the street. I never looked back. I was scared they were following me home but by the time realized what just happened I was almost home. I never walk my dog late at night now.
Showed up to a party, some people were outside fighting, my gf at the time and I decided to leave. Not long after that some guys that were a part of the first fight came back with more and a shooting occured.
Always a good idea to leave when a fight starts; it hardly ever ends well.
Met this cute girl at a party. Spent the whole night dancing a flirting. Offered to drive her home and she agreed. We were making out in the car in front of her house when another car pulls up with their headlights beaming at us. I ask if that’s a neighbor and if we’re blocking their driveway? She replies “no, that’s my husband”.
Husband’s car door opens and I noped the f**k out of there. Dropped her straight back at the party and never saw her again.
Her excuse was that they were separated and he shouldn’t have a problem with it. I sure wasn’t sticking around to find out
When I was 15, a friend and I went for a lot of walks around town (small town, around 5-6k people). We were going to the cyber cafe in town to meet a few friends and we often took different streets to get places, just to keep it interesting.
We were about to go to Main Street off one of the side streets and a man on a bicycle approached us. He got off his bike, and asked us a couple small talk questions. Something didn’t seem right about him, he was probably mid 40s. We both kept inching away but didn’t want to come off as too rude, so we answered about the weather or traffic. Then he paused and we said we had to go, and he said (and I’ll never forget it) “you look so young, I don’t want to get in trouble, but I need to touch someone. I just need to touch you. You should come with me.” And he started rambling.
I just felt terror, couldn’t even speak. I grabbed my friends hand and turned. We sprinted the rest of the way to the cafe and as soon as we were inside we asked to use the phone. I called my mom to pick us up while my friend told the worker what happened and what the guy looked like. A month later I got my first cell phone.
The Gift of Fear - Gavin De Becker; borrow it, read it… it might save your life
I was in college when I had my first solo apartment. This guy across the hall would come over, or invite me over, and we'd hang out a few times. However, I would not call him a friend.
One night he asks me to loan him some money. In addition to not wanting to loan him money, I don't really have any, so he proceeds to ask for a ride to see his girlfriend because she has some money for him. I agree.
We arrive at her apartment and a small party is going on. When we walked into the party everyone immediately shuts up and stares at us. He runs off to find his "girlfriend," who I find out is his ex-girlfriend. It is awkward because I'm kind of this guy's friend by association, and I'm getting lots of angry stares. He gets into an argument with her and we are basically thrown out of this place.
He then asks if I can take him to another part of town. He owes another guy some money and needs to go talk to him. We proceed to an unfamiliar part of town, and he instructs me to park in a fairly isolated spot. He explains that he doesn't want the other guy to see my car...BECAUSE HE MIGHT TAKE IT. He owes this guy money for gambling or d***s or something else bad, and he is way behind on his payments. I left him and spent the rest of my time in that apartment avoiding him.
Visiting Kowloon in Hong Kong, I ended up walking all day until my feet were killing me. It got dark outside and I was tired, so I decided to drop by a decent looking bar for a drink and a moment to rest my feet.
It was all empty except a group of serious looking local men in suits. They kept leering at me the whole time, the most awkward beer I ever had. None of them said a word, but I got the message: "You're not supposed to be here, gwailo.".
I is so glad PattyK is correctorising every damn fing so I can do read all this in proper English like wat I use.
Some Pandas seem to forget that not everyone contributing uses English as their first language.
But they can learn. I don't advocate Patty's level. When I correct lose vs loose, it doesn't mean I'm calling you an idiot and want to correct it all and don't understand not everyone speaks English, yada, yada... Why not learn to use it properly so you don't look like it you don't care to the wrong people? I wouldn't hire an assistant who doesn't know the difference because language is too important in my arena. It could be just as important in another situation, like a job interview.
Load More Replies...Always best to trust your instincts. Research amongst emergency workers showed that those who were attacked absolutely knew it was going to happen.
For me the worst thing is how we're taught to behave (collectively, as a society). We're taught to never be rude, respect your elders etc. So many times you hear victims or would-be victims say that they didn't want to be rude so they answered questions or stopped when asked to, or something. This terrifies me because I'm the same, I cannot overcome this learned "politeness" and it sucks poo. Even if I feel like something's not right, I'll answer some older guy or sth. Hell, a couple of weeks ago I was attacked verbally by a vicious, aggressive older lady and I wasn't able to break the polite way of addressing her (something like ma'am but in my native language). How f*****g absurd are we that we teach children that being polite is more important than anything?
Load More Replies...when i was 8 on a family vacation with all the relatives, a college guy tried to force me into his room. i developed breasts early and had creepy guys hit on me all the time, but we were at the motel pool and it was so crowded i was having a hard time getting attention without angering this spring breaker. i knew if i said no or screamed he would hurt me, so i said "let me get my cousin to cover for me". my cousin, who swears he didn't know what was happening he just felt something was wrong, looked at this guy whose hand was on my wrist as i told him "hey, he's just gonna show me something upstairs" with huge eyes like GET HELP. screamed "WHO THE HECK ARE YOU" and splashed the guy all over with water. the guy had clothes on not swim trunks so he dropped my arm and i slid out of there real fast and behind my cousin into the pool. all my uncles came running. guy said with my chest i looked 16. that's still a minor, jerkwad. :P
My sister went to bible school in Thailand. Her and a bunch of other girls went out at night without permission. They stopped off at some place for soup. They ate, but a bunch of guys and the owner kept hitting on them and made them feel uncomfortable. They kept trying to get them to stay. The girls dropped money and left before finishing their meal and booked it back to the college. By the time they got there they could barely walk because the soup was heavily laced with THC. The girls spent the night being high AF, but they got away, and learned their lesson. They honestly thought because they were Christians that God would protect them from such situations...
'Learnt their lesson" is a horrible way of phrasing that. What lesson did they learn?
Load More Replies...I think I'm extremely lucky to be from the UK where guns are rare and we don't have much in the way of dangerous wildlife, although of course we have our fair share of nutcases. I'm so clueless about what's going on, and generally trusting of people, I'm surprised something seriously bad hasn't happened to me. Yet at least.
That's because the vast majority of people are trying to just get on with their lives the vast majority of the time. These kinds of occurrences are very rare.
Load More Replies...Last summer I was walking with my son and saw a girl and man in front of me. I felt bad vibes. So I kept walking behind them and after a few minutes I saw the girl getting nervous, she was walking faster but he kept walking next to her. I saw the girl making a gesture that he has to leave her alone, but he kept stalking her. So I said to my son we had to follow them, I made a lot of noise with my heels so the man noticed us. He stalked the girl for 5 more minutes but he was the whole time looking at us if we were still there. Finally he gave up, and went into another direction.. We walked 5 more minutes behind the girl until she went into a street with a lot of trafic and people.
I also have a few: 1. I was about 17-18 years old and on holidays in Sicily with my parents. On this particular day, my parents wanted to go and see the salt pans in the area. They're interesting to see, to be honest. But also located in a remote, rural area. We drive up to the salt pans, rural Sicily, middle of summer, scorching hot, not exactly a thing many tourists go and visit in August so there were very few tourists around. We drive through little country roads and arrive at the salt pans we had planned to visit, only to find there were already some folks there. To be precise: 3 shiny, dark, expensive vehicles were parked right there. We get out of the car, a handful of well-dressed elder men standing a little bit further down the road stare us down. My parents pretend not to notice. I stop dead in my tracks. This is not the time nor the place for us to visit these salt pans, someone already booked them for the day and there is some kind of business meeting going on...
...I try to remain as calm as possible while convincing my parents my gut is telling me we Need To Leave Now. My parents tried to reassure teenage me everything was fine, but I was having none of it, and after what seemed like forever, they did in fact give in to me request to leave. We did in fact even go up to the salt pans, and also got closer to these men, but the tension was tangible - in fact, I have NEVER felt such an unspoken warning ever after. That was incredibly creepy.
Load More Replies...This is a link to a free pdf “The Gift of Fear” by Gavin Becker, and it could quite possibly save your life. I would recommend reading this, especially if you’re a girl. Stay safe pandas <3 https://oceanofpdf.com/genres/mystery/pdf-epub-the-gift-of-fear-survival-signals-that-protect-us-from-violence-download/
I am so glad I live in Australia and don't have to worry about every second person having a gun
Just every second creature trying to kill you!
Load More Replies...A good half of these are situations where there was no actual danger, just that someone thought there might be. Some of them are just ridiculous, like the one who walked into a bar in a foreign town where there were - shock - four men dressed in suits. It's difficult to imagine even what some of these people thought might be going to happen.
While I agree with you that "It's difficult to imagine even what some of these people thought might be going to happen", it's undeniable that sometimes your spidey sense is just tingling, i.e. it's telling you something's off. And I'm pretty sure it's best to act on that feeling.
Load More Replies...I is so glad PattyK is correctorising every damn fing so I can do read all this in proper English like wat I use.
Some Pandas seem to forget that not everyone contributing uses English as their first language.
But they can learn. I don't advocate Patty's level. When I correct lose vs loose, it doesn't mean I'm calling you an idiot and want to correct it all and don't understand not everyone speaks English, yada, yada... Why not learn to use it properly so you don't look like it you don't care to the wrong people? I wouldn't hire an assistant who doesn't know the difference because language is too important in my arena. It could be just as important in another situation, like a job interview.
Load More Replies...Always best to trust your instincts. Research amongst emergency workers showed that those who were attacked absolutely knew it was going to happen.
For me the worst thing is how we're taught to behave (collectively, as a society). We're taught to never be rude, respect your elders etc. So many times you hear victims or would-be victims say that they didn't want to be rude so they answered questions or stopped when asked to, or something. This terrifies me because I'm the same, I cannot overcome this learned "politeness" and it sucks poo. Even if I feel like something's not right, I'll answer some older guy or sth. Hell, a couple of weeks ago I was attacked verbally by a vicious, aggressive older lady and I wasn't able to break the polite way of addressing her (something like ma'am but in my native language). How f*****g absurd are we that we teach children that being polite is more important than anything?
Load More Replies...when i was 8 on a family vacation with all the relatives, a college guy tried to force me into his room. i developed breasts early and had creepy guys hit on me all the time, but we were at the motel pool and it was so crowded i was having a hard time getting attention without angering this spring breaker. i knew if i said no or screamed he would hurt me, so i said "let me get my cousin to cover for me". my cousin, who swears he didn't know what was happening he just felt something was wrong, looked at this guy whose hand was on my wrist as i told him "hey, he's just gonna show me something upstairs" with huge eyes like GET HELP. screamed "WHO THE HECK ARE YOU" and splashed the guy all over with water. the guy had clothes on not swim trunks so he dropped my arm and i slid out of there real fast and behind my cousin into the pool. all my uncles came running. guy said with my chest i looked 16. that's still a minor, jerkwad. :P
My sister went to bible school in Thailand. Her and a bunch of other girls went out at night without permission. They stopped off at some place for soup. They ate, but a bunch of guys and the owner kept hitting on them and made them feel uncomfortable. They kept trying to get them to stay. The girls dropped money and left before finishing their meal and booked it back to the college. By the time they got there they could barely walk because the soup was heavily laced with THC. The girls spent the night being high AF, but they got away, and learned their lesson. They honestly thought because they were Christians that God would protect them from such situations...
'Learnt their lesson" is a horrible way of phrasing that. What lesson did they learn?
Load More Replies...I think I'm extremely lucky to be from the UK where guns are rare and we don't have much in the way of dangerous wildlife, although of course we have our fair share of nutcases. I'm so clueless about what's going on, and generally trusting of people, I'm surprised something seriously bad hasn't happened to me. Yet at least.
That's because the vast majority of people are trying to just get on with their lives the vast majority of the time. These kinds of occurrences are very rare.
Load More Replies...Last summer I was walking with my son and saw a girl and man in front of me. I felt bad vibes. So I kept walking behind them and after a few minutes I saw the girl getting nervous, she was walking faster but he kept walking next to her. I saw the girl making a gesture that he has to leave her alone, but he kept stalking her. So I said to my son we had to follow them, I made a lot of noise with my heels so the man noticed us. He stalked the girl for 5 more minutes but he was the whole time looking at us if we were still there. Finally he gave up, and went into another direction.. We walked 5 more minutes behind the girl until she went into a street with a lot of trafic and people.
I also have a few: 1. I was about 17-18 years old and on holidays in Sicily with my parents. On this particular day, my parents wanted to go and see the salt pans in the area. They're interesting to see, to be honest. But also located in a remote, rural area. We drive up to the salt pans, rural Sicily, middle of summer, scorching hot, not exactly a thing many tourists go and visit in August so there were very few tourists around. We drive through little country roads and arrive at the salt pans we had planned to visit, only to find there were already some folks there. To be precise: 3 shiny, dark, expensive vehicles were parked right there. We get out of the car, a handful of well-dressed elder men standing a little bit further down the road stare us down. My parents pretend not to notice. I stop dead in my tracks. This is not the time nor the place for us to visit these salt pans, someone already booked them for the day and there is some kind of business meeting going on...
...I try to remain as calm as possible while convincing my parents my gut is telling me we Need To Leave Now. My parents tried to reassure teenage me everything was fine, but I was having none of it, and after what seemed like forever, they did in fact give in to me request to leave. We did in fact even go up to the salt pans, and also got closer to these men, but the tension was tangible - in fact, I have NEVER felt such an unspoken warning ever after. That was incredibly creepy.
Load More Replies...This is a link to a free pdf “The Gift of Fear” by Gavin Becker, and it could quite possibly save your life. I would recommend reading this, especially if you’re a girl. Stay safe pandas <3 https://oceanofpdf.com/genres/mystery/pdf-epub-the-gift-of-fear-survival-signals-that-protect-us-from-violence-download/
I am so glad I live in Australia and don't have to worry about every second person having a gun
Just every second creature trying to kill you!
Load More Replies...A good half of these are situations where there was no actual danger, just that someone thought there might be. Some of them are just ridiculous, like the one who walked into a bar in a foreign town where there were - shock - four men dressed in suits. It's difficult to imagine even what some of these people thought might be going to happen.
While I agree with you that "It's difficult to imagine even what some of these people thought might be going to happen", it's undeniable that sometimes your spidey sense is just tingling, i.e. it's telling you something's off. And I'm pretty sure it's best to act on that feeling.
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